Kill Bill Page #2

INT. HOUSEWIFE'S NICE HOME - DAY

The white woman and the black woman FLY into the center of

the living room, CRASHING onto her coffe table in front of

the sofa.

These two wildcats go at each other savagely, TUMBLING OVER

the couch, clawing and scratching all the way, landing

together on the plush carpet.

The HOUSEWIFE

KICKS The Bride, sending her CRASHING backwards into the

small table where the phone, a note pad(for messages), and

the mail is kept.

The Housewife scrambles up on her feet, but is caught by a

FLYING TACKLE from behind by The Bride that sends them both

into........

An ornamental iron and tempered-glass bookcase that has

framed family photos, display toys, some African art, and a

collection of painted commemorative plates depicting the

negro experience in the American military. Starting with a

plate featuring Cripis Atkins in the revolutionary war, negro

troops in union blue during the civil war, Buffalo soldiers

fighting Indians, the Jim Crow troops of the first world war,

the colored troops of world war two, Korea, Vietnam, and

finally Colin Powell....The Bride and The Housewife CRASH

THROUGH all this reducing everything to rubble.

They land hard on the floor covered in broken glass, locked

in grapple, each trying to get the best of the other one,...

When The Housewife HEADBUTTS The Bride in the nose.

The HOUSEWIFE

hops off The Bride, runs into the kitchen, opens a drawer and

comes out with a HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN BUTCHER KNIFE.

The BRIDE

rises from the floor, and WHIPS OUT a KNIFE in a sheath

hanging from her belt known as a SOG.(A SOG is a long,

double-edged knife that's as sharp as a razor, and is what

Navy Seals use to kill humans with.)

The Bride backs up into the mess of the now totally

demolished living room.

The two woman stalk each other, each holding her blade, each

looking like they know how to use it, each waiting for the

other to make a mistake so they can plunge their blade deep

into the other one.

Blood and sweat dript off of the faces of the two women

locked in life and death combat......

....When The back kitchen door opens, and a FOUR-YEAR-OLD

LITTLE GIRL, carrying a lunch box steps inside.

FOUR-YEAR-OLD GIRL

Mommy, I'm home!

The two warrior women whose eyes reflect only combat

concentration, suddenly switch upon hearing the four-year

old's voice. The Housewife's eyes flash a look of pleading to

the eyes of The Bride.

The Bride seems to answer back; "Okay."

The Black woman and the white woman hide their edged weapons

behind their backs, as the Four-Year-Old Little Girl walks

into the newly destroyed living room.

The Housewife switches to her mommy voice.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Hey baby, how was school?

The Little Girl is flabbergasted at the mess, and the

condition of her mother, who looks like she's just been in a

bar room brawl.

LITTLE GIRL:

Mommy, what happened to you and the

T.V. Room?

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Oh, that good for nothin dog of

yours, got his little ass in the

living room and acted a damn fool,

that's what happened.

LITTLE GIRL:

Barney did this?

She says it with the slightest hint of skepticism, then tries

to enter the living room.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Now baby, you can't come in here,

there's broken glass all over the

floor, and you gonna cut yourself.

The little girl's eyes go to the blonde lady in the living

room who she ain't never seen before, who also looks like

she's been fighting.

The Bride smiles at the confused Little Girl.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

This is a old friend of mommy's I

ain't seen in a long time.

THE BRIDE:

Hello sweety, I'm *(BLEEP)*, what's

your name?

* Whenever during the picture somebody says The Bride's real

name, it will be BLEEPED OUT ON THE SOUNDTRACK, ...that is,

till I want you to know. *

The shy, suspicious little girl doesn't say anything, she

just stares at the blond lady.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Her name is Nikki.

THE BRIDE:

Nikki. What a pretty name for such

a pretty little girl. How old are

you Nikki?

Nikki still says nothing, only stares.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Nikki, *(BLEEP)* aked you a

question.

NIKKI:

(to The Bride)

I'm four.

THE BRIDE:

Four years old, aye. You know I

once had a little girl. She'd be

five right now. Maybe you two could

of played with each other.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Now baby, me an *(BLEEP)* have some

grown-up talk to talk about, so you

go in your room now and leave us

alone till I tell you to come out.

The child doesn't move, so the mother repeats herself.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

(snapping her fingers)

Nikkia - in your room - now.

The little girl slowly walks away and disappears behind the

door of her bedroom.

The two women turn to face each other, masquerade and combat

both finished.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Want some coffee?

THE BRIDE:

Yeah, sure.

The two women move into the kitchen. The Bride re-sheaths her

SOG, and The Housewife puts the butcher knife back in the

drawer.

The Bride sits down at the kitchen table, while The Housewife

pours both of them coffee.

THE HOUSEWIFE:

Cream and sugar?

THE BRIDE:

Both, please.

As The Housewife fixes the coffee, we hear The Bride's

VOICEOVER ON THE SOUNDTRACK:

THE BRIDE(V.O.)

This Pasadena homemaker's name is

Jeanne Bell. Her husband is Dr.

Lawrence Bell. But back when we

were acquainted, five years ago,

her name was VERNITA GREEN. Her

code name, was "COBRA"..... Mine

was BLACK MAMBA.

The two combat artists sit at the kitchen table, drinking

coffee out of Vernita's coffee mugs.

THE BRIDE:

Were you expecting me?

VERNITA:

Yes and no. Bill got in touch with

me right after you woke up, and

then again a little later after

your episode in Japan.

(pause)

So I suppose it's a little late for

a apology, huh?

THE BRIDE:

You suppose correctly.

VERNITA:

Even if I was sincere?

THE BRIDE:

Oh. I'm quite positive you're

sorry, now.

Vernita says to the Bride across the table furiously but with

low volume;

VERNITA:

Look b*tch, I need to know if

you're gonna start anymore sh*t

around my baby girl!

THE BRIDE:

You can relax for now. I'm not

going to murder you in front of

your daughter.

VERNITA:

That's being more rational than

Bill led me to believe you were

capable of.

THE BRIDE:

Well that's a demonstration of

Bill's complete ignorance when it

comes to the subject of me, and

what I'm thinking, and what I might

do. It's mercy, compassion, and

forgiveness I lack, not

rationality.

She pauses for effect -- the ham.

THE BRIDE:

I'll wait for now, but I won't wait

for long. I'll allow you to choose

a time and place for us to meet

again, preferably as far away from

Nikki as possible.

I could have just HIT you, I

didn't, I demand respect for that.

Since this is not a HIT, consider

it a DUEL. And as two former Deadly

Vipers, we will observe Viper rules

of honor. One on one - no help - no

bushwhackin - no treacherous

weapons - on weapon of choice - our

skill and our bodies.

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